I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of time watching porn. Most of all, I loved cocksucking porno, but I watched other kinds as well -- -straight, kinky, juju, bizarre, etc.

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older bozo in their twenties. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the reverence of being persecuted as a homo and also because I did n't know if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stick around home and sentry porn.

One Nox when I didn't find much to watch, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen look grainy and the colors all run together and the story railway line are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty year old video recording by a mid-thirties porn star named stonemason. While former pornography stud had better-known gens, none of them made as many smut videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many more than the others that is agent, Albert Gustava, gave A. E. W. Mason the well-deserved title of the king of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was uncouth to see him bed multiple chicks in a row and prove that he came each fourth dimension by showing his jizz-filled rubber after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and highly-sexed he-man, but his posture and affectation and over all conduct just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no early. He was decently enough looking but I was more stimulate by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one place, his hip-forward posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His cock was perfect. It looked a bit over seven inches and it stood straight out like a wand anytime he had an erecting. One magazine published a ace closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous prick in the world was also the most aphrodisiacal. The shaft looked so punishing and it had rooftree that would feel mythologic to any prick's tongue and that head -- -it was like a slanted mushroom cloud that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched lashings of clock time. I also found impress clause and loved the picture and stories and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

I began reading one article and right there ... right at the very beginning ... he said it ! stonemason, the most prolific on-camera fucker of porn actresses was actually into cocksuckers off-camera !

whoreson !

Did I read it wrong ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several times and it was decipherable that that sexy, sexy man who fucked female person for money, used his liberate time to put his dick into the oral cavity of cocksuckers ! That was his selection ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

motherfucker !

I didn't cultivation indication that news report at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how favorable those cocksuckers were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful cock and how doing that would be a lifelong memory for me if I ever got the chance.

But, who was I kidding ? Even though he would be in his 50 's by now, he would still have his choice of the Best cocksuckers and I certainly was n't one of them.

I wondered what had become of him. I wondered if he was still into cocksuckers.

I decided to see if I could feel out and I didn't have to search long to find article that talked of him leaving the porn industry a few years after he married one of the porn starlets.

I also found an audience that someone had done with his wife and it told me to a greater extent than I could receive ever expected. She said that after marrying Mason, she had quit the business. She did n't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the full division ever ! She said that she knew of Mason 's use of cocksuckers. She had always known that and even today when they were in their 50 's, she knew and she did n't mind because her married man still had an overwhelming need for sex that she could not meet on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

"He can have all the cocksuckers he wants as long as he's not out skirt chasing,"she said.

I have no idea how long my mouth was full heart-to-heart from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a stupor that must have lasted for a good two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most thoroughgoing man with the most beautiful peter loved cocksuckers and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her grace. It took me several minutes for that to marinate in my brain before I could go on to other thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to contact him ? okeh so maybe I wasn't a estimable cocksucker, but imagine if I could fill him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the Martin Luther King of porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even sign a bill sticker proving I had met him. That would the near lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this unit mad satellite !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't hard to encounter. It was a bit of a corny site that his federal agent Albert had created but it advertised his videos and printed clause and anything else that could be purchased.

But, those weren't what I was looking for. Instead, what I wanted most was to find an email address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At firstly, I was too lost in lust to actually draw up an email. My fingers trembled too practically and my head felt too giddy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right on words and phrasal idiom to sincerely state my great hungriness to meet him and how excite it would be for me and how I loved that he was into asshole even though I was n't a great deal of one myself. All I wanted to do was just sports meeting him ! Just… meet him ! It would think of the world to me and would be a lifelong memory.

I signed it"Brynn"and hit the send button.

When two days passed without a response, I thought it was over. But on the one-third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decent individual and the passion I had expressed to meet Mason was greater than any they had seen in a farseeing sentence and they had decided that I was one of the few that James Mason might meet.

Through the next few substitution, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by A. E. W. Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't bring up that total of money. After some wrangling, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make things easy by sending me a bus tag since I didn't have any transport. He asked if I minded riding on a dusty bus for six hours.

I would take in ridden a bus for six hebdomad if that's what was required. I hastily agreed despite Albert reminding me that we were only agreeing to a meeting Mason and that I should n't count on anything else.

"I'm not saying he won't rock your hand or whatever, but he's real number finical about who he meets so just don't go counting on anything more."

- - - - -

Riding that bus for hour on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my psyche spun like a whirligig with lustfulness and the view of how I would meet the man who was so very aphrodisiacal. When the bus arrived at their urban center, Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a overnice man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably gray underneath whatever grim chemical compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would suffer simulated an agent in the entertainment manufacture but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighborhood with onetime cars and streets lined with tall trees.

"This is my place,"he commented as he unlocked the presence door and led us in.

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the same room with Mason, the absolute Rex of Porn.

In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his salacious smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense quest for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying eyes on him and I was embarrassed that my hint escaped me all at one meter. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough admirers to acknowledge what to expect from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a chair while and Albert sat across from me on a bland couch. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that words were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my emails and how impressed Freemason had been with the passion I had for wanting to meet him.

"He already gave me the fifty clam,"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two cocksuckers he knows."

After nearly a one-half hour of minor talk, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel unrolled a post-horse and handed Alfred Edward Woodley Mason a black marker. `` guesswork he 's taken up sufficiency of your metre, boss. You wana sign his bill sticker ? ``

But, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a clock time, he said,"You 're a overnice k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your emails. And this totally sentence, your center been glazed over like you 're living out some kind of a dream."

He studied me for a while longer before saying, `` You know what, I have an idea. I think you might like it. ``

I was tidal bore to hear any idea that would prolong my time with him.

"How would you like it if I did something genuine extra for you, boy ? How about. .."he stared at me with that sly smile."How would you like to actually see my peter ?"

I thought I died on the spot. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those words still rang in my pinna and I found my fountainhead nodding and my sassing saying, in effect, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

Albert laughed."Now that is some queer who wants to see it that bad."

Mason's head nodded as he told me to sit on the level. I could barely move a muscle because my insides were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imagination. But, I forced my body to move to the floor before he would have a probability to change his mind.

He moved toward me and stood above me. I looked up at him and committed that visual sense to my forever-memory because that is exactly where I wanted to be for my stallion liveliness ... beneath his lusting eyes and right hand in presence of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the prick of the one and only King of Porn ! The hammer I had watched on video for more than 200 hours and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those tardy nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those prison term licking those magazines.

He was probably two metrical foot from me when he asked,"You really want to see it, boy ?"

I could only manage what must have sounded like a fizzle"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingers ... they began moving down to his knickers. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many fourth dimension had he teased hapless cocksuckers like me with those slow antics ? It was obvious that he relished such torture.

He told me to beg for it again and I tried, but halfway through begging, he pulled that magnificent peter out of his gasp and let it dance right in battlefront of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific porn cock of all time ! The prick of the King ! Right in front of my lusting fount ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knee joint, exactly where all asshole should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven in and fully upright and I wanted to jump it and take it intent between my lips and ringlet on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not expect anything and to not do anything without permission, so I restrained myself.

"You like that, boy ? You like looking at my prick ?"

I could barely say `` yes ''.

"fountainhead, you just look at it all you want,"Mason said."We got meter. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half 60 minutes, I looked at his magnificent sex dick from all angles and I tried to memorize every ridge and every inch as well as the smutty beauty of his dangling orb. It was the cock that had fucked more pornography starlets than any cock in account and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knee joint and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the prosperous cocksucker in the whole humankind !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to sense its titillating scent. I looked at its stallion distance from the face. I just could n't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.

I could deliver looked at it forever but after what seemed ilk twenty mo, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his right hand slowly stroking it.

'' Yeah, that 's sorta hot, '' he said. `` Seeing a boy with glassy centre staring at my cock like that. Like those oculus were gobbling up every column inch. ``

He talked with Albert for a few minute of arc but my headspring was too filled with crazy desire to hump what they were saying. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just give birth another lilliputian kickshaw in store for ya. How would you like to touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every single word he said as he approached and put it in battlefront of me and he told me I could start any sentence. His slam was so operose and that sculptured cockhead so flabby and sexy and my fingers and riff squeezed softly all the way down his shaft and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the reminders that I was actually fondling the erection of the most illustrious porn fucker ever ! I felt every bit of it, sometimes squeezing, sometimes running my fingers over it and sometimes just very softly fondling it. I touched it with one fingerbreadth and I slid my flattened finger's breadth down its length. I felt it every way that any fag would sense the pecker that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so hard to perpetrate my hand away. I didn't want to ever get out although I knew I couldn't stay.

'' wellspring Brynn, '' Prince Albert said, `` looks like your time is running out. Hope you got what you wanted. ``

Did I ever ! more than I ever expected.

'' dead reckoning that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your poster and signal it. promise you have a nice trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so filled with cravings for more. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bold face person, but despair causes some mass to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the open blue devil sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

"Can I. .. Can I. .. Can I. .. Please ... can I ... kiss it ?"

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and stupid and with them laughing longer than requirement, I felt like the most horrid almost-cocksucker ever.

Alfred Edward Woodley Mason leaned forward, still chuckling."You want to buss it ? You're actually begging to buss my cock ?"

I couldn't stop my caput from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said,"Well, I'll be damned. faggot as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you retrieve Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel ? He wants to kiss my shaft ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But hear, he borrowed fifty vaulting horse and he rode six hours on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. hell on earth, every shit should kiss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"mason grinning,"Yeah. Every SOB should so maybe this cocksucker should buss my penis. And you 're rectify. He did a lot just to get here so it 's the to the lowest degree I should do for him. Okay boy. You want it, you got it."

He came to me while holding his cock with his right on hand. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my tool, then snog it and render me how a lot you love it."

My insides felt like a cardiac ticker errantly plugged into a 220 racing circuit. The nervus and submerge desires for this man's cock were practically debilitating my national system. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, imagine if I did. He would write that on that bill and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his phallus !

His script nudged my head and he told me again to do it. I brought my backtalk to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two fingers and a thumb to calm it and I kept my center glued to it to capture the occasion in my cant of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his erection ! I pushed them to mesh with the tip of that beautiful head and I closed my center and reminded myself that I was doing it ! I was kissing his cock !

I determined that if all I got was one kiss, then I was going to kiss it with all of the Passion that raged within me. It was going to be the kiss to end all kisses ... right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.

I held my lips to it for the farsighted meter and swooned while warmth emanated from me to his turncock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep ruefulness. Yet even after, he didn't motion. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the proper incline at the root of the head and then down the peter and back up up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet kisses on that glorious head and then down the compensate side and back up and another half XII sweet, deep kisses right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was sealed I had fallen in honey with it which is why I kissed it with unbridled idolatry. I kissed and kissed and kissed and couldn't get enough.

I think it was about ten wide hour before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made small talk for awhile before he signed the posting to signal the end of our session.

Albert moved the two of us to his battlefront door and said he would be back soon. But A. E. W. Mason rose and came to us and said,"One more kiss Brynn. kiss it one more time."

He had his tool was out in a matter of second and I was on my knees even before and I planted my mouth to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss right on the tip. It felt like a good-by kiss or a break-up buss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my mouth parted, he ran his fingers through my farseeing, brown tomentum and told me I was a in effect boy.

Albert drove us to the bus post and spoke of how lots Mason seemed to like me."More than most,"he commented.

I told him how a lot that meant to me and I thanked him a lot for making it all happen.

"Can't make no promise, Brynn, but what would you say about me talking to Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you draw on his cock ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of course I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within s, I was filled with uncertainty. How could someone like me ever do it beneficial enough for a worldly man like Mason ?

I explained that to Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or technique that matters most. It 's your passion. I got a hunch Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, proficiency is nifty, but passionateness is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you sleep with his peter. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his rooster and men like James Neville Mason, well, that gets to them. son of a bitch with technique are ok. but it's the ones with passion, those are the ace that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]